Luyện nghe bài hát This Is Not A Song, It's An Outburst: Or, The Establishment Blues

The mayor the crime rate
woman hesitates
Public gets irate but the vote date
Weatherman complaining, predicted sun, it's
Everyone's protesting, boyfriend keeps
not like all of the rest.

Garbage collected, women ain't protected
Politicians people, they've been abusing
The mafia's bigger, like pollution in the river
And you tell me this is where it's at.

Woke up this with an ache in my head
on my clothes as I spilled out of bed
Opened the window to to the news
But all I heard was the Blues.

Gun sales are soaring, housewives find life
Divorce the only smoking causes cancer
This system's gonna fall soon, to an angry young
And a concrete cold fact.

The digs population, freedom from taxation
Bops are up tight, drinking at a stoplight
Miniskirt is I can't stop so I'm hurting
Spinster her hopeless chest.

Adultery the kitchen, bigot cops non-fiction
The little man gets shafted, sons and drafted
Living by a piece, new war in the far east.
Can you the Rorschach test?

It's a hassle is an guess.
Well, frankly I care less.